Say the word “adoption” to people and you get a very interesting array of reactions.

Adoption is portrayed in the media in one of two ways: Either the adopted child is embraced wholeheartedly and lives an idyllic life, for which they are expected to be eternally grateful to the parents who were kind enough to take their charity-case ass in, or the opposite extreme — the noble and saintly parents who adopt a kid and get a “bad apple” and suffer the rest of their lives.

No matter how you view adoption or adoptive children, for some reason, there is still a stigma about it.

Although I’ve written my adoption tales, experiences, and opinions elsewhere, and those that have followed my multiple blogs throughout cyberspace have heard this crap ad nauseum, I’ve decided to re-post them again. Cyrus was good enough to share with me his adoption story, and mine is nothing compared to his - holy crap! But I think it’s good for people unfamiliar with adoption to hear more stories than just the fairy tale sugar-sweet ones, and the ones where the adopted kid turns into a nightmare, destroying small cities and making the sainted adopted parents cry bitter tears.

:deep breath: Here we go.

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